Chapter 8

Damon

I walked out of the infirmary, each step heavier than the previous one. My mind played with the image of Sienna refusing to even look at her own child.

The way that she looked away from her and the way that her face twisted with pain and rejection made my chest ache. And though I couldn’t decide whether it was out of pain, anger, or just the rejection itself that made my chest tighten, I knew that it was something darker, something that I did not like, something that I wanted to push away.

The hallway was quiet. The faint hum of the heart monitor from her room echoed in my ears, but as I turned the corner, wanting to leave, one of the nurses hurried towards me, her head bowed respectfully, as if she waited for me to tell her to leave, as if she waited for her command. But I knew that if she had come to me, then there was something that she had in mind.

“Alpha,” she said hesitantly. “I know that this might not be the time…”

“What is it?” I s